Saturday, 20 November 2010

I've given in to my craving. I'm not hungry,
just weak. My teeth sink into the cocoa sponge,
springy and soft. It dissolves over my tongue,
washes over my gums. My bite is challenged by
joyful chunks of solid chocolate; diamonds in a
treasure chest. The secret sound as they break
into countless pieces vibrates through my jaw
before they melt into a memory. I'm guilty
before it's completely over. But i'm satisfied.